Chapter Eight

As Olivia slowly dragged herself out of bed, she felt an overwhelming sense of dread and despair. The weight of the world seemed to be crushing her shoulders, making it almost impossible to move. She knew that the decision she would make in the next few days would determine the course of her life forever. Either she accepted Azazel's offer and submitted to a life of servitude, or she found a way to break the contract and set herself free.

As she walked towards the kitchen, Olivia's mind was racing, trying to come up with a solution to her problem. She knew that she had to be strategic and cunning, and that every move she made could make or break her chances of survival. She couldn't help but feel like she was in a game of chess, where one wrong move could mean the end of the game.

As she waited for the coffee to brew, Olivia paced back and forth, her mind filled with thoughts of Azazel and his demonic ways. She couldn't bear the thought of being forced to bear his child and live a l